Eveline Hanson
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Evelines Thoughts

Start by doing what is necessary,

then do what is possible,

and suddenly you are doing

the impossible.


My home country:

Castle Neuschwanstein

King Ludwig the second

is pure love,
for love
is complete agreement.
_Lope de Vega

Castle Hohenschwangau
in my Hometown

Exitement(Devil''s Postpile)

Be not hurried away by exitment, but say, "Semblance, wait for me a little. Let me see what you are and represent...."

If Love would rule the world we would not need any law''s.

If you have never loved .You have never lived. If you have stoped learning. You have died.
January 16th 2003

(c)Fredrick Leighton
Love makes everything possible and the impossible possible.
(written in my mothers handbook)

The supreme happiness
of life
is the conviction
that we are loved.
Victor Hugo

Widow Kiss

Love is an irresistible desire
to be irresistibbly desired.
by Robert Frost

Too slow for those who wait,
Too swift for those who grieve,
Too short for those who rejoice.
But for those who love,
Hours fly, flowers die, new days,
new ways pass by.
Sundial Inscription


All bells are ringing;
The sky is so golden
and blue and clear-
and before me lies your letter.
I send you my first kiss, beloved.
Robert Schuhman (1810-1856)
( c) by Waterhouse


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Sharing my home with four domesticated fury creators has been a challenging and learnign experience. The joy my cats have brought me has out weight the "destruction" they are cable of doing.
Once some one said "CATS are like little POEPLE in fur coats". A true statement, cat owners will agree with that. Their personalities are so much like us humans. The independency cats demonstrate is much like our own.

Golden eyes greet me daily by the french door,accompanied with a faint MEOW. It is usally my cat Lucky, I took in. He must have seek me out. Daily, he waited for me in front of my house, to rub against me, and would bite into my shoes to get my affection. He won me over.
Today, his shiny jet black fur coat showes a picture of health.
Lucky makes sure, to get the first stroke of my hand. And with that reinsured he turns around and with a swift swat to the near by standing others of his kind, he will make it known he is loved.

Followed by the sound of his purring, he will walk away like a champ.
His only fear is my vacuum cleaner, he will flee to the top step of my hallway. His body will become flat like the stairs, almost blending in. My step seem to have a pair of golden eyes.


Princess, my Tabby grey Persian cat, the only female. Her name fits her personality so well. I raised her from birth. With her persisting child like cry, she cries her way into my bedroom. With that she will share my bed and, like on alarm clock, will wake me in the morning, when it is time to get up. Even on weekends, when I don''t have to. Princess truly makes it known she will be treated as such.
Most of the time she is the target from Lucky and Tigger. Not to underestimate her small framed body, crowned with with long hair with a tint of blue. She always stands her grounds. If felt invaded, on horrifying hiss will escape from her tiny little mouth. And her small flat nose will go up in the air. After intimetating every one of her spieces, she will lay down, cross her paws in such a sattisfying manner.

She is a true picture of an ARISTO-CAT.


Smokey, the age of 13 years, so gentle and understanding.

Laid back is his nature, the age has contributed. With big round eyes and the face of an old man, just the pipe seems to be missing. He oversees to the rambunctious behavior of Lucky and Tigger. He will tolerate the Youngsters get in trouble. When they dig in my flower putt, or chasing through the rooms and having toilet paper strung through out the rooms. When disturbed, his big fury paws will swipe who ever comes near, followed by a long hiss.


Tigger, my orange-white cat, the most curious cat I ever owed. His mother was struck by a car. My heart went out for this little fur ball. Smart as a whip, would be the description that fits his personalty. When he was little, it was such a thrill to him to hang on my vacuum cleaner to hitch a ride. To open a door with his persisting rattling is just one of the little escapades I am familiar with. His energy gets him in trouble, by coxing Lucky to join him in the game. Perhaps not taking all the blame when broken vases or a glass bowl lies on the floor.

The joy I experience every day is gratifying to me. I am rewarded by the soft touch of their paws, and the familiar sound of their purr. And a wet nose rubbing against my hand.
Once celebrated as Goddess in Egypt and hunted in later years around 1200 . The believe was, cats were part of witch craft. That lasted nearly 480 years.
What endurance these wonderful creatures had to overcome. Tortured in the most cruelest ways humans can do. We must have more respect for our four legged Friends we share our world with.
The Mystic of our "Domesticated Tigers" will still remain.

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson


A feeling of helplessness, sadness
And emptiness is overcoming me.
My heart is bursting with sorrow.
For my companion, Smokey, my Persian Cat.
I cannot focus on anything.
I wait for a miracle, for your return,
Thought I know in my heart you have begun
A journey to a different place.
Death has knocked on my door,
Claiming your Life.
The Threshold you walked through
Begun your Journey to the Unkown.
My selfishness doesn't want to let go of you,
I can not travel with you to this place.
I will miss your loyalty and unconditional love,
The bond we had, so gratifyfing and complete.
For every stroke,  as my hand brushed
Gently over your silky grey fur;
For every word I spoke to you,
I was rewarded.
You gave me the wonderful comforting sound of your purr.
I felt the gentle touch of your paws, bidding for attention.
When you needed me, you brushed against me.
You enriched my life with laughter and joy.
I will miss you, Smokey.
Thank you for the wonderful
Thirteen years I was able to share my life with you.

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson

(C) Leighton


I miss you Smokey!
It only has been one day since you past away.
If you could understand me, this is what I would tell you.
There is emptiness within me because I can no longer care for you.
I miss so many things I was used to doing for you.
There is no need for them since you are gone.
Your round umber eyes, the center of your beautiful face, 
They no longer look at me when I walk through my door.
Your trademark the pink nose you never carried it snobbishly.
You carried your self like an gentleman among the youngsters,
Though they often misbehaved.
With dignity you took there rambunktious behavior.
Just now and than you gave them a warning hiss, 
And a light swat with those big pawas that could be so gentle.
My left desk drawer is empty now, missing the shape of you.
You sat there and watched me typing. At times you would crumple
The papers I had typed, making your self comfortable.
Now and then I would get a nudge, a reminder that you wanted stroking.
My Computer went off occasionally,  when you decided to walk over my keyborad.
I admit I was not always happy about that, and I'm sure I had raced my voice to you.
I am sorry for that.
I use to get worry when you stayed out  all night.
I'd call and call and you decided not to listen.  I was always afraid something could happend to you. I'm sure you visit the neighbors cat's. Perhaps you told them what good home you had.
I guess that's how  Lucky came to live with us. He heard your stories and wanted to live here. At first you didn't care for him,  but at the end you all got along fine.
I miss you Smokey, there is only three bushy tales now, when I bring treats to the plate.
You were always the last one to come, so gentle and understanding.
I also know age had slowed you down.
Most of all.  I miss you when it is bed time. I hear no more the purring in my ear.
I do have to say that, at times,  I could not concentrate on my television program
Because Your purring was so noisy. I didn't mind; I knew you were happy.
In bed I often looked like I was wearing a fur cap, as you made yourself comfortable
on top of my head. I must have looked like an Eskimo with a grey fur cap. In the middle
Of summer, no less.
All this I miss so much. I know time will heal.
I will always have these precious memories of you.
And part of you is still with me. Your offspring,Princess.
But she is not like you. 
There have been moments when I think you are still with me.

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson
( c)John William Godward


The journey to pet heaven,
I took you there to be at ease.
There is no hunger thirst and pain.
You will rejoice with your family.
I will be left behind,
Filled with your memories off joyfull days.
It seemed not so long ego,
When I was smitten by a kitten.
I raised it by the name of Princess.
Fitted was her name I gave.
In every sense she mad her fame.
The closest one to my dear heart.
I dreaded the day we would have to part.
There will be never one like you,
To take your place in my dear heart.

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson

in memory of Princess


with roses (William  Whitacker)

Beauty enters your heart through all the senses, and beauty grows stronger when more than one of the senses is involved.
Thomas Kinkade

Just like the falling rainbow, Just like the stars in the sky, Life should never feel small.

Pleasure comes from without, and joy comes from within, and it is, therefore, within reach of everyone in this world.
-Bishop Fulton J. Sheen

 Love is a short word but It contains everything. Love means the body, the soul, the life, entire being.
by Guy de Maupassant 

The art of beeing happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.
_Henry Ward Beecher

Life is the flower of which LOVE is the HONEY.

In our life there is a single color, as on an artist''s palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the COLOR OF LOVE.


(c)winged anelli

Don''t ever give up your dreams...........
and never leave them behind.
Find them, make them yours,
and all through your life, cherish them,
and never let go of them.